It surprised John when he noticed it. He also wasn't sure if Sherlock already knew, or if he was blissfully ignorant of his brother’s love life the way younger siblings sometimes prefer to be. So John erred on the side of caution and never mentioned his discovery in Sherlock’s presence.

It was so obvious in retrospect, though. Mycroft and Greg had been Sherlock’s only minders for years, had only had each other to turn to for help and sympathy in that endeavor. Of course they’d wind up with a closer relationship.

Glad this worked... I wasn't especially feeling it. I love Lestrade. I don't have anything against Mycroft really, but my brain just never went there, y'know? That's why I had to go from John's POV as he discovered them and was a little bit confused by it. :-)

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